love playing around with Chat GPT, a poem for Liverpool’s woe.
‘’In vibrant red, a team shone bright,
Upon Tottenham's grounds, under the moonlight,
A goal they netted, fair and right,
Yet were met with the Ref's chilling oversight.
The Video Assistant Referee,
With microscopic scrutiny,
Declared an indisputable error,
An offside call, amidst the terror.
Liverpool fans, hearts pounding in their chests,
In disbelief and silent protests,
Saw the game now in a sway,
Luck, it seemed, had moved away.
Conjured up a storm of sounds,
Echoed through this foreign ground,
Fate it seemed had been unfair,
Their victory stolen into thin air.
Then came the injury time blow,
Matip's own goal brought further woe.
Liverpool, oh dear Liverpool,
In Tottenham's game, an unfortunate pool.
Two to one, wear the scar,
Stripped of victory near so far,
Again they rise, 'neath Tottenham's star,
Stronger in defeat, oh Liverpool, how shit you are!’’